There isn't much that actually makes me sad but yesterday I realised there is one big thing.
It is huge. Vast. And spectacularly hot.
It's influence is far reaching.
Even to the extent of my mood.
It is the Sun.
It isn't until the rays of the sun shine down on your face, that you realise how much, how very much, you miss it in Winter. It isn't until your children run home from school, throw off their uniforms and launch themselves after a football in the garden, that you miss that big yellow glowing star (Not a planet. The Big One has confirmed this) in the sky. It is there, of course, occasionally teasing you with a few moments of brightness through the clouds. But it is just that, teasing. And then it hides itself away for a few more days. And leaves me feeling SAD again.
But yesterday and today, the Sun shone. And we went into the garden and played. And we were all in better moods. The Wee one had a nap, worn out from walking and playing. He slept better last night too.
I like this mood. I have missed feeling happy. I have missed the Sun.